บททั้งหมดของ Under The Don’s Command : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

"Mum!" Enzo's voice rose in alarm, but it was drowned out by Kira's frantic sobs. The little girl clung to Rosa's arm, her body trembling "Mummy.." she whispered, her voice breaking, tears streaming down her cheeks. Kian, usually quiet and composed, stood up suddenly, his small fists clenched by his sides, his face red with anger "Let's go, mummy” he said firmly The butler appeared, carrying several rows of dishes to the table, but the tension in the room had only thickened. Castello, who had remained silent until now, looked up sharply "take the kids away?" he ordered The butler nodded and, with practiced hands, moved toward the children. He gently lifted Kira into his arms, the little girl crying quietly, her tiny fists clinging to his shirt. Kian, however, didn't budge. "I'm not leaving my mummy” Kian said stubbornly, Jia turned to him, her heart aching as she saw the fear and defiance in his eyes "Kian, just go with him... Mummy will be fine" she said softly, trying to

"Rosa..." he called softly, his voice almost a whisperJia's breath caught. Her heart skipped a beat.She quickly turned her gaze away, her throat tightening. The name Rosa... it felt like a wound reopening. Her fist clenched at her side. No, I’m not Rosa but Jia. She lowered her head, turning her body slightly to walk past himBut before she could take a full step, his hand shot out, his fingers wrapping around her wrist with surprising force."Rosa” he repeated, and the name—his voicemade it sound like a questionJia's pulse quickened. She jerked her wrist out of his grip, her breath hitched and before she could stop herself, her voice cut through the air, cold and clear."I'm not Rosa. I'm Jia" she said, her gaze locked on his, unflinching. His lips parted as if he had expected anything but that "Jia" he repeated, the name foreign and awkward on his tongueShe stood taller, her shoulders taut "Thank you for earlier” she said, her words clipped and she turned, ready to leave. B

Her eyes widened, panic flickering across her face. She immediately pressed her hand over his mouth, her voice low "Shut it. What are you talking about?" Her eyes darted around the hallway, hoping no one would hear.Damian pried her hand away with calm determination. "We will talk later. Don Silvio wants to see me” His tone left no room for argument.Mira's shoulders slumped in defeat, her eyes flashing with something between fear and frustration. She nodded stiffly and Damian turned, opening the door to the study.Inside, Damian bowed slightly "Don, sorry l'm late""Have a seat" Silvio's voice was firm, the command was clear.Damian obeyed, taking a seat opposite Silvio.Without a word, Silvio passed him a white envelope "There's someone I want you to investigate"Damian took the envelope, inspecting it for a moment before looking back at Silvio "I need you to confirm if Rosa is really Jia” Silvio continued, pausing before his tone sharpened "I want results in less than 24 hours"

Silvio’s grip on the steering wheel tightened, his knuckles turning white as the early morning sun streamed through the car’s windshield. His mind replayed Damian’s words “she isn’t Rosa, but Jia ottavio, married to Enzo ottavio” the weight of it pressed down on him. He slammed his fist against the wheel Why was this happening again? Why did it feel like a ghost was hunting him His mind was a storm of confusion and old, familiar pain. Jia Ottavio, a name that shouldn’t matter but did, because it was attached to a face he couldn’t forget. A face that haunted his dreams, a face that was Rosa’s. Without thinking, his hands turned the steering wheel and he found himself on a familiar road. The address, the one he had seen on the file, seemed to pull him toward it as if he were in a trance. The streets blurred by as he focused only on the driveSoon he was there The large iron gate stood before him as he parked just outside the gate. And then the gate began to open, a white SUV emerge

Jia stood outside the towering Erison's Agency, the cold morning air brushing against her face.Her fingers tightened around the strap of her bag as she checked the time on her phone.Ten minutes early. You have got this, Jia..she reminded herself, taking a deep breath before stepping through the building's entrance.Inside, the reception area was modern and a stunning woman behind the desk looked up as Jia approached."Good morning, miss. I'm here for an interview” Jia said, offering a polite smile.The receptionist returned the smile with a bright warmth "Please, head to the fifteenth floor. The elevator is to your right”"Thank you" Jia replied, nodding before making her way to the elevator.The ride up was swift but as the doors opened to the fifteenth floor, Jia felt a knot tighten in her stomach. The waiting room was crowded—more people than she had expected. Are all of them here for the same interview? she thought, her nerves spiking. With a smile.. she found an empty seat a